There is no such thing as the first of Jan.
It’s all a Gregorian trick, you see;
a pope fooled with time arbitrarily
and that’s how your Happy New Year began.
The human tendency to celebrate
ensures that we clutch at meaningless straws;
this day (as delusive as Santa Klaus)
with frolic and glut we adulterate.
If only the cycle of endless time
was glimpsed with the blink of an eye unproud
and solely to secrets our hearts we vowed —
those days, months and years — the old paradigm.
When we will learn to look at life askew
then every single day we’d see as New!

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The Naked Troubadour

Welcome to The Naked Troubadour! That’s me, Alan Morrison — a troubadour whose heart is open to the world for all to see — who writes from a place which is clear and free— who longs for a world in which every human being can be who they’re meant to be. Such a very short time we have here. Blink and it’s gone. It’s not important how long that we’re here but whether or not we live it to the full, according to the gifts we’ve been given.

On this blog-site, you will find many poems, sonnets, songs, articles and reflections which I’ve written — most of them in the last intense twenty years of my life. I hope you will find them as rewarding to read as I have found them to write. My whole heart and mind is here. Please don’t hesitate to contact me for any reason or none at all. Blessings to you, from The Naked Troubadour.